After the college entrance examination, my identity as a Mahayana Immortal Venerable could no longer

Beijing. A sprawling Chinese-style manor located outside the Second Ring Road.

This is the core headquarters of the Bauhinia royal family. The manor is surrounded by hidden sentries, and there is even a small armory hidden underground.

Wang Zhentian, the head of the Wang family, was sitting in a grand chair in his study.

He was holding a cup of freshly brewed premium Da Hong Pao tea, but the tea had already gone cold.

On the tablet computer on the desk, a surveillance video of Wang He being burned to ashes in front of the villa in Panlong Mountain was playing on a loop.

Wang Zhentian stared intently at the screen. The edges of his fingernails had lost their color, and a thin layer of skin stood out starkly against his knuckles.

"Master, Special Operations Team Three of the Immortal Bureau has lost contact." A middle-aged staff member in a long robe strode in, his voice low. "The helicopter they were on has changed course and is heading towards the capital at top speed. Radar indicates they'll be over the manor in about ten minutes."

Wang Zhentian slammed the teacup heavily on the table.

The cup lid rolled to the ground and shattered.

"Those useless bunch from the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals! They can't even hold off a mere kid!"

Wang Zhentian stood up and paced back and forth in the study.

Wang He was a half-step Divine Realm cultivator, yet he was instantly killed by Lu Yuan in one move, leaving not even ashes behind. Such strength is definitely not something that any ancient martial arts grandmaster could achieve.

He recalled the altar he had seen in the air-raid shelter in Xishan years ago, and the bronze fragment he had brought back. The residual energy fluctuations on it were extremely similar to the methods Lu Yuan had displayed.

"Activate the Level A defense plan!" Wang Zhentian abruptly stopped. "Open the underground formation! Everyone retreat to the inner courtyard!"

The staff member's expression changed drastically.

"Patriarch, that formation is..."

"Shut up! Do as I say!" Wang Zhentian's face was contorted with rage. "Since he dared to come to the capital, I'll make sure he doesn't leave alive. Immediately contact Director Longyuan and tell him the target is approaching, and have him activate the locking mechanism at the prison."

Ten minutes later.

A black helicopter hovered over the Wang Family Manor.

The propeller's fierce winds shredded the manor's precious flowers and plants to pieces.

Lu Yuan jumped directly from a height of 100 meters.

There was no parachute, and no cushioning.

boom!

He landed on his feet. The courtyard plaza, paved with blue bricks, collapsed instantly, and spiderweb-like cracks spread for dozens of meters.

The Wang family guards surrounding him carried various heavy weapons, yet they didn't even have the courage to fire. They looked at Lu Yuan as he emerged from the deep pit, as if he were a demon god crawling up from hell.

"Fire! Kill him!" Wang Zhentian roared into the walkie-talkie from behind the bulletproof glass in the inner courtyard.

The deadly silence of the night sky was shattered by a barrage of gunfire.

Flames spewed forth. Hundreds upon hundreds of bullets wove together a web of death, completely engulfing Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan didn't even stop walking.

The bullets struck an invisible barrier half a meter from his body, losing their momentum and falling to the ground like raindrops.

He stepped over the spent cartridge cases and walked straight into the inner courtyard.

"Wang Zhentian." Lu Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire manor. "Hand over the copper pieces. I'll let you die a quick death."

Wang Zhentian, behind the bulletproof glass, felt a sudden churning in his stomach.

How could he know about the copper sheet!

"Lu Yuan! Don't be so arrogant!" Wang Zhentian forced himself to remain calm and shouted through the megaphone, "You think you're invincible?! Your biological father's secret, and that bronze piece, are both in my hands. If you dare lay a finger on me, I guarantee you'll never find him!"

Lu Yuan stopped in his tracks.

He looked up at the bulletproof glass that was supposed to withstand rocket-propelled grenades.

"I hate it when people threaten me."

Lu Yuan raised his right hand and made a clenching motion in the air from a distance of several dozen meters.

An extremely sharp sound scraped against my eardrum.

That special bulletproof glass was like a fragile piece of paper, instantly covered with cracks, and then shattered with a bang.

Before Wang Zhentian could react, he felt an irresistible suction force pull at his neck. He was forcibly dragged out of the window and slammed heavily onto the blue bricks at Lu Yuan's feet.

"Cough cough..." Wang Zhentian coughed up mouthfuls of blood, looking down at Lu Yuan in horror.

"Where's the copper sheet?" Lu Yuan asked, stepping on Wang Zhentian's chest with his toes.

"In...in the basement...on the array's core..." Wang Zhentian completely broke down. All his trump cards had become a joke in front of this man.

Lu Yuan probed downwards with his divine sense.

Sure enough, thirty meters underground in the manor, he sensed the aura of the copper sheet. But at the same time, he also sensed an extremely disgusting, blood-stained, and malevolent aura.

It was a small-scale blood-drawing formation. The formation's patterns were identical to those of Xishan Youmingzi's Spirit-Locking Formation, but it had a hint of the demonic cultivation style of the Ye family, which involved raising blood-feeding cultivators.

The Wang family of the Bauhinia clan were secretly using human blood to nourish that copper piece!

Lu Yuan's eyes turned cold. He slightly increased the pressure on his feet.

Click.

Wang Zhentian's sternum was completely shattered, and his heart was crushed into a lump of flesh.

Just as Wang Zhentian breathed his last.

The black remote control he was holding tightly in his hand was crushed.

A violent tremor shook the entire underground city of Beijing.

A deep and authoritative voice suddenly blared from the loudspeakers above the manor. It was the voice of Long Yuan, the director of the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals.

"Lu Yuan, you are suspected of massacring high-ranking officials of China and have been classified as a Level X traitor. The No. 0 defense mechanism of the Beijing Prison has been activated, and a miniature tactical nuclear missile has been locked on. Surrender immediately, or you will be annihilated."

Lu Yuan withdrew his foot.

He glanced at the trembling ground beneath his feet, then looked towards the center of the capital.

Miniature nuclear bomb.

interesting.